Thursday, April 20, 2017

Foreign land



If he really loved you...
If he really loved me, what? 
I suffer from Fernweh constantly,
Which horribly translates to wanderlust in English
Read the irony;
Still, I am traveling.
His blue eyes gallivant for a split second,
Sensible to where his mind escapes to,
I let him. 
I go fetch him water
He sneaks up from behind
Never turning around, 
He sees my soul full frontal.
If he really loved you...
If I really loved him, I know
What works

He is foreign land,
And I do not own a map.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Half love

Half a life
Half a love
Undivided submission;

Half-hearted
I am utterly devoted
To lesser moments.

Between the sheets
The mind drifts
In search of atonement;

Part-time wrong
Entirely yours
An inevitable outcome.

It is living half a life
Accepting half love
Full-time;

My light,
Take me out of the dark

The courage within to say goodbye.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

I will kill you with a metaphor

I will kill you with a metaphor
My feelings censored
Behind beautiful words.

I dare not say it to your face
The euphemism 
When I am burning with anger.

Toying with the void
Here I concoct
The right expression;

My sweet weapon
Retort with an oxymoron.

Then nothing; no paradox or pun
I am even at a loss 
For a rhyme. 

For when our eyes meet
It is poetry I read,
Without a word
We say it all.